"The writing is crisp and clear. Although it has the air of a madman, the words are exceptionally sober."

"In my opinion, this is not like a poem about hysteria, but rather a poem to refute the jokes of mediocre people."

In the small cabinet courtyard, with tea and fresh water, the three masters gathered around the square table and reviewed the poem submitted by the House of Commons.

"Liu Buhui, what do you think?"

Mr. Liu, who had previously interviewed Zhang Yuchen, gently stroked his beard and nodded:

"I think so too."

"To be able to write this kind of poem must be someone who has great ambitions and doesn't recognize destiny."

"It just so happens that I know such a person."

"Oh?"

Another great scholar smiled:

"Are you talking about that loser Zhang Zhuguo?"

"Exactly, this person has understanding but no foundation. He was bullied at home and resolutely turned to Confucianism and Taoism."

"But I think this poem could never have been written by him."

Having expressed his opinion before, the sharp-looking scholar frowned and asked:

"Why?"

"This poem is extraordinary. If you are not a Confucian and Taoist practitioner, you would not be able to write such a talented poem."

"Just relying on his brain, he will never be able to come up with such good words in his life. Therefore, he is either a wise man who picks up people's words, or he is accomplished in Confucianism and Taoism."

"At the very least, you have to be a polymath... no, even higher!"

"And that boy, not even a boy, how could he write such poetry?"

"If you want to find a target, you can only look for it from the Upper House."

"Mr. Lu hasn't brought the contents of the second assessment yet. We will make a final decision then."

Having said this, Liu Buhui took a deep breath and looked at the middle-aged man with sharp features:

"Wang Yuan, how is the situation in Jingxin Pavilion?"

"How can there be progress?"

Wang Yuan sighed slightly.

"When I, as the master of Daming Academy, filled the third floor of Jingxin Pavilion with Haoran's righteousness according to the rules, my original intention was to encourage students to work hard to improve, and naturally I didn't want to leave any traces."

"You also know that that ball of awe-inspiring righteousness has been enriched by countless academy owners and has been maintained for a long time. Now it has long been integrated with Jingxin Pavilion and no longer belongs to anyone."

"Even if I want to explore the cause, what can I do if it is a mass without an owner?"

"Now that the number has dropped sharply, I can only continue to be full of righteousness and pretend to be deaf and dumb. But I can do this, especially because my cultivation is not as good as mine. I am afraid there is something weird about it, so I must not be careless."

Everyone nodded, feeling a little irritable.

The Righteousness in Jingxin Pavilion can be said to be the most successful work of the three great Confucians.

Most of the people present are over 100 years old, and since the establishment of Daming Academy, this situation has never happened before.

Because that ball of righteousness was so strong that even Deng Qingyuan, the son of the official minister of the Upper House, who was called a genius through the ages and ranked first in the Academy of Literature, could only make that ball of righteousness in the Jingxin Pavilion.

Lost so much.

But now, it has actually lost enough money to require Wang Yuan to replenish it for the second time!

This is simply incredible.

"I hope the other party has no ill intentions. Logically speaking, there are countless forbidden laws in the Ming Academy. Even opponents at the Confucian level will have to work hard. Except for students, no one should be able to enter the Jingxin Pavilion openly."

"Indeed, is it possible that the person who did these two things is actually the same person?"

Finally, the great scholar named Meng He clapped his hands and laughed:

"If this is true, then our Daming Academy will produce a true 'Eternal Genius'!"

"Yes, as a student, I have such talent now, and my future prospects are limitless. Maybe, maybe I can bring the way of heaven back to the nine states of the Ming Dynasty and recreate the top of the Confucian sage..."

Mr. Liu couldn't help but get excited. As a teacher, teaching and educating people, and being able to teach promising disciples in the future, is their biggest wish.

While the two of them were excited about this, Wang Yuan, who had been silent all this time, poured cold water on everyone.

"Is it because you haven't fought for so long that you have become lax?"

"Lao Meng also said before that there are countless forbidden laws in the Ming Academy, and opponents at the Confucian level will have to work hard."

"But what if this person is not a great Confucian?"

Wang Yuan's words instantly made the atmosphere in the courtyard become weird.

Liu Buhui picked up the tea cup and then noticed that he had unknowingly used his righteousness to freeze the tea in the water into ice.

He smiled awkwardly:

"Is this really not possible?"

"Isn't this possible? Mr. Huang has already left the mountain as a dragon warrior, so what else is impossible?"

"Don't forget that the current situation with the Houthis is not optimistic. There should be many people who hate the court in the world."

"Even in today's court, let's not talk about others, just Zhang Zonghan..."

Wang Yuan took a deep breath and knew he couldn't say any more:

"The world is so big that it is easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows."

"As the guardians of the academy, we must be prepared for the worst when necessary!"

The two gentlemen nodded slightly. Now that the saint is in power, the Ming Dynasty seems calm, but there are dark waves.

This vision really made them nervous.

The culprit who caused several top Confucian and Taoist masters of the Ming Dynasty to worry is now worrying about another thing.

Exam.

The test at the Intermediate Court will begin soon, and he is very confused about it now.

"Chai Dao, do you have the test paper from the Intermediate School? I can write another poem for you in exchange."

"No need, my dear, neither do I!"

Chai Dao shook his head like a rattle. Since the last time he wrote down the song "Man Jiang Hong", Old Ghost Lu looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Although he passed successfully, his attitude was obviously wrong.

Regardless of whether it was good or bad, he did not dare to let the powerful man in front of him write again.

That girl is a test question for the Upper House!

This guy is definitely a great person!

This is the keen intuition of Chai Dao businessmen.

So when he learned that Zhang Yuchen would be worried about exams, he felt as if he had seen a ghost:

"Did you make a mistake? With your ability, dear friend, you didn't even pause for the Upper House test questions. The Intermediate House test questions are not easy? Why cheat?"

Chai Dao's words are sincere, and he really thinks so.

In his opinion, when students like Zhang Yuchen cheat, it is like taking off their pants and farting, which is completely meaningless.

"If you cheat, you may not perform as well as if you didn't cheat!"

"Is that why I cheat?"

Chai Dao was confused now:

"Why?"

"You may have heard a saying, the trees in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

Zhang Yuchen sighed and explained patiently:

"With my status, if my talent is too high, it may arouse suspicion."

"So what really bothers me is not that the exam is too difficult."
Chapter completed!